Sunlight and Beauty

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“Well do not listen to her! Thou hast done a fine job so far! When hast there ever been a problem concerning my safety? Never,” she reminded him. She didn’t want him to be sad. He was too concerned at protecting her to hear anything else. She didn’t want to say she didn’t need protecting though. 

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Her gaze shifted down at the response, “But, I have wants, and desires, things that aren’t in my programming… and on the other hand, I appear to be immune to the curse…?”

“The curse is bond to the soul. Hence why thou can’t become cursed since thou hast no soul,” Gwynevere explained. That was a closed case then. One had to have a soul to be cursed otherwise it wouldn’t work.

“So, good news, bad news, sort of? Well, that sucks.” She looked back up at the Queen, “Don’t suppose you grant wishes?”

“Do I look like I grant wishes?” she arched her brow. She was not some sort of fairy or magical creature that made wishes come true. She was a goddess and a queen. 

Gwynevere sat down on his chest. “Sorry, but when thou spends time around gods, or champions, or other legends, then thou may hath an issue with power. Really, thou should not feel any shame for losing against me. I art a goddess after all,” she smiled.

“It’s not you…it’s that because I’m not strong, I don’t get respect from anyone! I try and I try, but I can never make anyone back down. I can’t do much, and that’s a fact. Except with you.” Sloth huffed, shutting his eyes. “With you, I feel like I could fight a dragon and win. Call me crazy if you wish.”

“Oh hush!” Gwynevere bopped him on this nose from her seat on him. She then spun around so she could face him. She opened up her legs so she didn’t cover his face. “Thou art much stronger than thee thinks. Besides, there is much more to fighting than just strength. I hath seen strength beaten out by many different things.” 

Her gaze shifted down at the response, “But, I have wants, and desires, things that aren’t in my programming… and on the other hand, I appear to be immune to the curse…?”

“The curse is bond to the soul. Hence why thou can’t become cursed since thou hast no soul,” Gwynevere explained. That was a closed case then. One had to have a soul to be cursed otherwise it wouldn’t work.

“Is being lewd not wrapped up in fertility? That is what I have been lead to believe. If… you’re the Queen of Sunlight, then…? Sunbathing could be an interaction of sorts with you?”

“Well not exactly, lewdness does not equal fertility, but they do work with each other. Sunbathing dost not seem to be directed at me as much as it if for a tan. Thou seems to hath a theory, however.”

Amber eyes tilted upward, thinking for a long moment, “But, if I was sunbathing, you would be involved in it, in a way? It wouldn’t be possible without your dominion, right?” She shrugged again, some part of her screaming down a different part of her that wanted to climb up and pat her ass, some feral part of her mind realizing that trying to touch a goddess was probably a bad idea.

“Hmm maybe? I do not typically watch people out in the sun. It art not exactly exciting,” she explained to the stranger. Gwynevere was fairly relaxed compared to most gods. She was not big on the worship thing, but this person thought she should be from the sounds of it. 

Null blushed brightly, thinking of things she had done while sunbathing, slowly losing her nerve to be face to… well, toe, probably, with a goddess. “Sorry, we… um… have been studying a lot of texts, looking for answers to many things, and had hoped we could find answers.” Her silence rushed back in as she tried to figure out how to ask if she could leave.

“We?” she arched a brow. That was a strange way to talk. “What dost thou mean by we? And what answers art thou looking for?” this women was sort of suspicious. She wanted to know about Gwnyevere’s habits in the sun. Plus she kept blushing about things and just talked strangely. She clearly had to be from a distant land. 

She looked up, “Oops… um… old habit, I am a colony of…” no, that wouldn’t work, she hadn’t seen much in the way of high technology as she wandered, “Um… I’m a collection of magic that gave life to… a body that never had life?” It sounded incredibly weird to try and word it that way.

“I see. So a golem? That makes sense…I suppose. Though thy interest in sunbathing dost not make sense if thou art a golem,” Gwynevere rolled her eyes. She was strange alright, but Gwynevere had seen stranger things. She didn’t look dangerous at least so that was a good thing. 

She blushed brightly, “I… don’t know that I could explain that, it feels good, so I do it, but… um, I’ve been curious for some time if… well, if I have a soul or if I’m just the collection of spells that keep me moving?”

“Well technically thou would be neither. Thou would be more of a sentient construct that is able to make decisions biased off of experiences but lacks a soul since one was never planted into thy body. Make sense?” Gwynevere kind of explained how she thought it worked.